He slid his Ray-Bans on, then removed a notepad from his pocket and began a list of his possible enemies to question.
Brown cleared his throat as he approached. Were finished.
Wind whistled through the trees, a gust sending dead leaves raining to the ground. Will you let me know what the M.E. discovers? Id like a report.
Brown gave a clipped nod. Dont leave town. In fact, you should step down as sheriff until this investigation is over.
Miles cut his gaze toward Brown, grateful for the shades protecting his eyes. I want to find this lunatic as much as you do. He indicated the notepad. Im already making a list of all my enemies.
You think this is about you?
Miles shrugged. I dont know, but we cant discount any angle.
Fax it to me when you complete it. You also know there were other similar cases across the states?
Yes, The Carver.
Then again, youre a cop, you know his MO, Agent Brown snapped. You could easily have patterned this crime to look like The Carvers work.
Miles cursed. Or maybe we have a serial killer here in Ravens Peak, and youre wasting everyones time hassling me.
Get your deputy to take over your office, Monahue. Do it now.
Brown ran a gloved hand over his tie, then shrugged and walked to his car. His tires chewed gravel as he sped away. Miles strode to his Pathfinder and drove to the sheriffs office to check his computer and talk to his deputy. His deputy agreed to take over, then left to make rounds. Coffee in hand, he logged onto the central database, plugging in the information about the crime scene to cross check across the states for references to the other Carver cases.
While he waited on the computer to process the information, he sipped his coffee, trying to warm his hands, but a deadly cold had seeped all the way to his bones. Seconds later, the data spewed on the screen. So far, the police had no real suspects. They had questioned all the boyfriends, family, husbands of the five victims. The only connection or similarity theyd discovered among the women was that they had all cheated on their husbands. Hmm. The reason The Carver carved the letter A on their chestsAdulterer?
In case they did have a copycat here, he entered the names of the men hed arrested who had possible grievances against him, prioritizing them according to severity of their crimes and sentences. The first two men were lifers, one serving time for murdering his family, the other for brutally raping and killing a teenager. The third one, Armond Rodriguez, whod been convicted of assault and battery on his wife, had been paroled two days ago. But Caitlin had been missing three weeks. Still, hed check him out in case he had a friend on the outside who might have helped him. And he didnt yet know if Caitlin had been abducted the day shed left him or later.
The next prisoner, Ted Ruthers, had been released due to an illness and was supposedly in a hospice program. Hmm. Not him. Unless hed hired someone to get revenge on Monahue.
The last one, Willie Pinkerton, had escaped jailtime on a technicality, but he was a ruthless bastard whod been guilty as sin. Hed stabbed an old lady in his apartment complex just because he didnt like old people. The last address he could find on him was in Georgia.
He heard the doorknob jiggle and the door swung open. Miles grimaced, wondering if Brown had followed him here to harass him or if someone in town had heard of the murder
and had come to dowhat? Sympathize with him? Tell him he was no longer wanted in Ravens Peak?
The floor squeaked as a woman walked into the office. Shadows hovered around her, and she was shivering, wide-eyed, so pale her skin looked like buttermilk. Faded dirty jeans and a damp long sleeved T-shirt hung on her frame, and her long dark hair lay in tangles around her cheeks.
Shock bolted through him as he focused on her face. He had to be seeing things. A ghost, maybe?
She looked exactly like his dead wife.
CAITLIN WAS STILL NUMB with shock and disbelief as she faced the sheriff. The ride shed hitched to North Georgia had given her plenty of time to think. An overwhelming sense of grief and despair had filled her, along with a hundred questions. She was alone now, and had been in a mental hospital and didnt know why. Shed lost all sense of time, and now her sister was gone, murdered.
She had to find out who had stolen her memories, and who had killed her sister.
Although her brain was still fuzzy about her past, and she couldnt recall the last time shed seen Nora, she instinctively knew they had been close. And if this sheriff thought Nora was her, maybe he had married Nora instead of her. Maybe Nora had played a twin switch and for some reason used her name. Even more confusing, she had fleeting memories of the doctors calling her Nora, of thinking she was Nora
But she was Caitlinwasnt she?
The sheriffs rugged face visibly blanched. What the hellwho are you?
She gripped her hands beside her as he removed his dark glasses. His black eyes raked over her, assessing, searching. Im Caitlin.